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I know; this is awful. Constructive critiscism?
Positive. I stare down at the little blue stick in my hands, feeling nothing. There is no happy feeling. No terror sweeps my body. I just feel empty, raw. It's like someone has merely stolen my heart, by ripping it out of my chest. There's only one good outcome of this and that is the fact that I cannot feel anything. At least, I'm guessing it's a good thing.
I throw the stick into the bin silently and then turn away. It means nothing to me. Maybe I am in denial. So what? How can I allow myself to admit that there is a child growing inside me? It would probably destroy me. So yes, I turn away from that bin, feeling nothing inside. No, that's a lie. I feel hunger. I haven't been eating, convinced it was something I ate that had made me feel so unwell. It is, right? It's something I ate. Not a child.
I turn on my laptop and log onto MSN. An instant message pops up. I read it, grinning, the memory of that little blue stick gone from my mind. In the silence of my dorm room, I can pretend. And god damnit, I will. I will pretend and lie for all it's worth. There is no child.
Johnny: Hey babe, how are you feeling? James said you skipped class today 'cause you felt ill. Any better?
I roll my eyes and mentally curse my boyfriend's best friend for saying anything. Why can't he know to keep his trap shut? I guess though, that James wouldn't know not to say anything. I'm sure that he was just worried for me. How could he know? It wasn't even true.
I start to tap out a reply but the chat flashes orange and beeps as I receive another mesage.
Johnny: Look, I have some news... I'm being sent out there.
I know where 'there' is. 'There' is where I never want my boyfriend to go, ever again. 'There' is where I never want my unborn child's father to land. With a jolt, I realise my thoughts. I swallow and drop my head to my hands. It's inevitable that I won't allow myself to deny it, no matter how hard I try. I'm going to have to tell him.
Maybe... just maybe, I can stop him going. I let out a short sob but even to my own ears, it sounds strangled. Images infiltrate my mind. I swallow again. I want to tell him not to go. I want to tell him that he has to stay, for the sake of our unborn child. How can I though? If I force him to stay, if I force him to give up his dream, then it will be the same. He will be even further away from me if I stop him.
That's who Johnny is. He is the most caring person I know. He is going out to fight a war that isn't his because he wants to save lives. To me at least, this isn't his war. His war is here, trying to keep us together, even though we're millions of miles apart. His war is trying to keep me sane. His war is holding my hand as I give birth to his child.
God damnit, Johnny. Save me. Save my life.
The thought of telling him though... well, that terrifies me. My head spins. Honestly? I cannot predict his reaction. He's currently in Kansas; I'm in Oxford. Over the terrible connection of the internet, I won't know how he's reacting. I want to be able to see his face. I want him to be able to put his arms around me and promise that everything's going to be okay. But you know what? He can't.
This stupid mistake will ruin my life. I am a bright kid; I managed to get into Oxford University. How come I was not bright enough to stop? How was I not able to see that giving my virginity without protection was a bad idea? I'm meant to be clever! How did I not see this coming?
As tears run down my cheeks, I realise that I still haven't responded. At the sound of the beep, I return my gaze to the computer screen and start to type quickly, so that Johnny doesn't begin to get any more worried. He has enough on his plate without worrying about me.
Johnny: Eve? Are you sure you're alright? Do you want me to get James to come over and see you?
Evie: Relax, John. I'm fine, baby.
My heart stutters as I begin to type out the words. I try to phrase it in my head but nothing sounds right. I start with reminding him about that night around a month ago, when we were at his parent's cabin in the woods. We'd been bored and he'd pulled out some wine from the cool box. I'd rolled my eyes and tutted but I'd accepted all the same. Last time I allow myself to get smashed.
Johnny: Phew. Look, I gotta love you and leave you. I'm catching an early plane tomorrow. Goodnight baby. Stay safe xx
The computer beeps just as I'm about to hit enter. He goes offline. I erase my words.
